Alfred took off his jacket, folded it in half, and lifted it to Karen's side.

Karen put Mr. Pavaro's face up, and Alfred carefully wrapped his face with his clothes.

The wind has been blowing slowly, and some dead branches and fallen leaves have blown on Mr. Pavaro.

The face without cheeks, it doesn't look so scary, because subconsciously knowing what kind of person Mr. Pavaro is, how could such a person be wary of him and afraid of him?

Even after Pu'er met him, he didn't have any scruples and spoke directly, because it had also read the notes.

"Master, I think Mr. Pavaro is worried that you won't use his face, and that he will bury his body well after he dies, so he tore his face off by himself in advance."

"Go and drive the car over, we can go home."

"Okay, Master."

Alfred ran to the parking place, and it didn't take long before he drove the car back.

Karen helped carry the body. He wanted to pull up Mr. Pavaro's body first, but his kneeling posture seemed to be frozen, with nails embedded in his knees.

But if Alfred is asked to directly hug Mr. Pavaro in this posture, and let him kneel in the car to take him home, it will appear disrespectful.

"Master, Mr. Pavaro is apologizing to you for his moral coercion."

Someone once visited and provided Pavaro with enough blood and spirit powder every month, so that his two daughters could live a life similar to normal people. Pavaro only needed to stop pursuing this matter, but Pavaro refused. Up.

He could only stand at the door of his two daughters’ bedrooms every night, listening to the sobbing of their daughters who could not suppress the pain and bury their faces in their pillows;

Watching the originally gentle wife become more and more irritable;

He is not an unsympathetic person, he just has been abiding by his loyalty to order and strictly abiding by his inner order standards; but in his heart, in fact, he has always had a deep guilt for his family.

Therefore, this is probably the most "forced" thing he has done in his life. He hopes that his family can be taken care of by Karen;

Although in the bathroom before, he has repeatedly told Karen about the benefits of using his "identity", but besides the benefits, there must be some inconveniences. After all, Karen can get one through the channels of the Allen family. The new identity enters the order of the gods.

He took the initiative to tear off his face, so as not to give Karen a chance to go back, kneeling and handing his face to Karen, hoping that Karen would forgive him for this "moral coercion".

Karen bent down, looked at Mr. Pavaro, and whispered:

"Mr. Pavaro, thank you for giving me this identity. It really helped me a lot. I will help you take care of your family. After all, you have helped me pay for the surgery."

Alfred tried to exert force again, and strangely, Mr. Pavaro's knees suddenly bends normally again.

In this way, Alfred successfully placed Mr. Pavaro in the back seat and kept him in a seated position. Little John also sat in the back seat very interestingly, helping to prevent Mr. Pavaro from being caught. The remains slipped off.

Pu'er and Jin Mao also got into the car, but Karen remained alone outside the car, looking at the position where Mr. Pavaro had been kneeling.

Karen can't figure out why a person who has been defending order until death needs to be so humble after death?

If there is no **** in this world, it would be easier to figure it out, but there is a **** in this world.

It is because of the existence of a god, that when I see this scene, I feel a little gloomy in my heart, and I have an urge to curse.

At this moment, Karen finally understood what kind of emotion Grandpa had when he scolded the God of Order.

Not what I thought at first, grandpa is powerful, so he began to despise God;

It is because the grandfather who firmly believes in the **** of order has witnessed his son and daughter-in-law struggle and torment in the pollution.

The people above, making mistakes, as human beings, can actually understand a little bit in addition to resentment.

But the question is, is God on it?

If the above are people and gods, it makes no difference?

Then why are you a god, you can sit on it with peace of mind and accept adoration and worship that transcends people?

Where's your...face?

Alfred sat in the driving seat and did not urge the young master.

After waiting for a while, the young master finally walked over and opened the door to sit in the co-pilot position.

Alfred started the car, and the car stereo began to automatically play the music on the road when he came. Alfred wanted to go off. Seeing that Karen didn't frown, he stopped his movements and continued to drive.

There were so many people when I came, and when I went back, there were also so many people, not one less.

After all Pava

Mr. Luo was originally a dead person, but now he is still a dead person.

But one thing is certain is that tonight’s events will inevitably trigger a series of turmoil. The scale of this turmoil may be small, and it may not be a big deal for the existence in the two beams of light;

But for the relevant bottom layer involved in this matter, it is tantamount to an avalanche.

The relevant personnel of Judge Qihe’s faction will definitely be investigated and cleaned up. The Raphael family at the end of it responsible for the actual manipulation...should not exist anymore.

The immediate enemy, who once made the Allen family tremble and feel that they are about to be annexed, is about to retreat in this way, and from the perspective of an onlooker, it may even feel a little ridiculous.

But looking down at Pu'er, who was lying on her knees and napping, she seemed to have a new understanding of her act of stealing the finger of the **** of light from the family.

The Raphael family went to cling to the church for the sake of the family's development and growth. They did not hesitate to become the white gloves of the forces below the church, but they were destroyed once and for all;

The Allen family lingered like cooking frogs in warm water, eating and waiting to die, but they are not dead yet...

You joke that the tortoise crawls slowly, but the tortoise can see your grandson lying in the coffin.

Perhaps this is a different philosophy of existence.

When the car drove into the apartment complex, it was already dawn.

Alfred wrapped Mr. Pavaro in his clothes and carried him upstairs, but did not meet the neighbors during that time.

Xili, who is responsible for this job, has come to the employer's house. When she opened the door, she was cleaning inside. When she saw Alfred put the body of Mr. Pavaro into the bathroom on the ground floor and Ms. Anne Side by side

She blinked vigorously, then continued to mop the floor, and said in her mouth:

"This gentleman looked like he was very sick yesterday. It's so pitiful. He didn't make it through last night."

Karen first took a shower in the bathroom on the second floor, and changed into a set of clean clothes Xili put in the basket at the bathroom door.

Since the maid Alfred was discharged from the hospital and returned to work at home, life has indeed become a lot easier, at least I don’t need to wash my clothes, and my cats, dogs, and cats don’t need to go drying clothes.

Going down the stairs, Karen sat down at the table;

Xili brought hot milk and pie, and Karen ate it. He is tired and sleepy now. In this state, it is hard for people to feel hungry, but she still has to force herself to eat something.

"Master, will you take a good rest later?" Alfred asked as he walked over with a gift box.

Karen shook his head and said, "You will drive me to Le Mar Pottery Museum later. I'm afraid that the delay will waste Mr. Pavaro's mind."

Finger-back connection also needs to pay attention to time efficiency. Karen is not sure whether using a face as a mask requires this, but most things should pay attention to a "freshness".

"Okay, Master."

"Mr. Alfred, let me wash this coat for you, it's all dirty."

"Well, wait a minute." Alfred stretched out his hand to open the coat Xili was holding, took out the human face from it, and put it in the gift box in his hand, "Okay, go and wash it. "

"..." Xili.

Alfred sat down, poured himself a glass of milk and asked while drinking:

"Master, you need to pay attention to your body."

"It's good after this period of time," Karen said, "There is no way now."

Karen remembered, it seemed that he hadn't opened his black note for a long time and wrote something on it;

When the matter at hand is over, I'll give myself a vacation...well, I'm already unemployed anyway.

After having breakfast, I checked that the time was 7:30, and it was still in the morning rush hour;

"I squinted on the sofa for a while, calling me at nine o'clock."

"Okay, Master."

Karen sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Half asleep and half awake, Karen felt someone covering herself with a blanket, opened her eyes and saw Xili.

"Sorry master, I woke you up."

Karen turned his head and glanced at the wall clock. He had been asleep for an hour.

"Master, your eyes are full of red blood. It's scary. Let's go to the bedroom upstairs and take a good rest."

"Don't sleep, you have to work, how can you afford a maid if you don't work."

A joke of Karen, Xili took it seriously, and said directly: "Master, my salary can be halved, or even more."

"I'm just kidding."

"But I am a serious young master. Before, the family planned to let me marry so that my younger brother could enroll in school and relieve the burden of the family. I am unwilling to marry, so I plan to follow the recruitment notice to the textile factory with a few cousins ​​who usually play well. work."

"Oh? When?"

"If you hadn't hired me, I would have worked in a textile factory now, and my cousins ​​would have gone to work."

Karen nodded and didn't ask any more.

At this moment, Alfred who heard the voice came out.

Karen got up from the sofa, walked into the bathroom on the ground floor to wash her face, then glanced at Ms. Anne and Mr. Pavaro lying in the fresh-keeping formation, and greeted them:

"I'm going out."

Go downstairs and get in the car.

Alfred started the car and said, "Master, if it weren't for us, Xili would be afraid now..."

"Maybe she went to a formal textile factory."

"After I get back, I can ask her cousins ​​again..."

"No need to ask."

"Sorry, Master, I just feel that what we do can be clearly fed back to us. It feels good."

"Ok, I know."

"The young master..."

"I'm just afraid that you will become addicted, huh, I am also afraid that I am addicted to this feeling."

"The young master makes a lot of sense, I understand."

While the car was driving, Karen wanted to borrow a pillow and slept for a while, but at this time she lost her sleepiness and just silently looked at the passing scenery outside the car window.

Perhaps, when Mr. Pavaro was sitting in the car, he looked at the scenery outside the window in the same way.

Karen suddenly felt a very beautiful feeling, because he knew that he had a lot of remaining scenery, and the road was still very long, if nothing unexpected happened.

As the car passed between the St. Thor Building and the Curtis Building, Alfred asked:

"Master, do you want to go to the clinic again?"

"If you don't watch it, just pretend that I have run away too."

The car drove another street, and finally stopped on the road in front of the Lemar Pottery Museum.

"Master, shall I go in with you?"

"No, I'll go in by myself."

Karen rolled down the car window and looked at her eyes in the mirror.

"Master, your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, I'm afraid that my eyes are too red, so when I enter the door, they will treat me as a strange demon."

Karen got out of the car with the gift box, opened the door and walked into the pottery art museum. The store's signboard is not big, but the space inside is not small. Look, so the size of the facade is not that important.

There are many pottery works in the display cabinets, which are mainly small objects. They only pay attention to the attributes of viewing and playing, and do not pay attention to the practical attributes. It is impossible to sell them in a commercial center by selling them for practical attributes.

A middle-aged man with a beard is sitting inside coloring a pottery man, who is the image of an old man.

After sensing someone coming in, he greeted him perfunctorily without raising his head:

"Hello."

Karen came over and looked at Tao Ren.

The beard said: "An old lady ordered it and made it according to her husband's photo."

"She must miss her husband very much."

"Oh no, her husband is still alive."

"Huh? Then they have a good relationship."

"Hehe, the old lady used to order a full box of twelve here before, but in less than half a month, she placed a new order. Every time she and her husband quarreled, she would defuse her husband's image."

"Being angry is also a kind of affection."

"I like this statement."

The beard finally put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked up at Karen:

"Lemar, as you can see, I am the boss here."

"Karen."

"What does Mr. Cullen do? You look tired, especially your eyes."

"I just lost my job, and I don't have a job now."

"Well, it's no wonder that unemployment makes people insomniac and red eyes."

"hehe."

"Did you come to the store to have a look, or did you have something to do with me?"

"Something."

"Okay, what would you like to drink, black tea or coffee?"

"coffee."

"Then please wait a moment."

Lemar went to the back of the bar to prepare a drink, Karen noticed that there was a doll on the workbench in front of him, and he could feel that this doll was made of a man, but when it came to the face, he felt that this person It looks so abstract, it should be the reason why the level is not good.

"Coffee for you; heh, this is my sister's work, the lover of her dreams."

"It is indeed the lover of the dream."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lemar understood what Karen meant, and laughed immediately.

"You must not let her hear this. She has to watch this Taoist fall asleep at night, but fortunately, she is not here now, and she is shopping for the next chance encounter."

Karen suddenly felt that he could recognize who this Taoist was;

Then I felt that this Taoist was made even more ugly;

"You can talk about you, Mr. Cullen."

"A friend told me that you are good at making masks."

Lemar took a sip of coffee, smiled, and motioned for Karen to continue.

"I want to ask you to help me make a mask."

"I seldom make masks for strangers, because I don't know where he will use the masks. Maybe you can let me get acquainted with them first. Why don't I tell you my friends in this shop, were they my customers?"

"Not really."

"Oh, then whose mask are you going to make?"

"Just tell me that friend from your shop."

"Tsk, what a good friend."

"In terms of remuneration, we can negotiate."

"You don't need to talk about rewards in a hurry. I want to see your friend's face first."

"Okay, here it is."

Karen put the gift box on the workbench, opened the box, revealing the face of Mr. Pavaro inside.

"I know him." Lemar looked at Karen and asked, "Are you going to make his mask and mix into the Order of God?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any deep hatred with the Order of God? You need to intercept his identity. Strictly speaking, he is a very good judge."

"I said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and I are friends, he wants me to do this."

"Oh, yes."

Lemar stretched out his index finger, touched his face, and closed his eyes;

Soon, he opened his eyes and said, "It seems that what you said is indeed true. I can feel that he gave this face to you with a voluntary emotion. This is very useful for making masks. This kind of gentle and active emotion is in it, and the difficulty can be directly reduced by 50%."

"So, you are willing to..."

"No, I don't want to. I don't know if you know I don't like the Order of God."

"knowledge."

"It stands to reason that since I don’t like the Order of God, those people who have ulterior motives into the Order of God seem to be a very normal personal preference, but the problem is that if your identity is revealed, it will bring me a lot of money. trouble.

I don't want to have this trouble, I hope you can understand. "

"Perhaps, we can talk more specifically."

"I can't talk about it, this is not something that Rael or vouchers can solve."

At this time, the door of the Pottery Art Gallery was pushed open, and Serena, in a red windbreaker and sunglasses, walked in. After seeing her brother inside and the people standing next to her, she was stunned.

Then immediately take off the sunglasses,

Shouted in surprise:

"Oh, oh my goodness! Are you here to find me!"

Lemar pointed to his face and said:

"No, he is here to find me."

"..." Serena.

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There will be a monthly pass in the evening!